Bucken sat in the cathedral without saying a word. He was waiting for the Archbishop''s response.


    At his age, he no longer craves the appreciation of others, but he has completed the task and at least needs to be respected and recognized.


    But Howitt never mentioned it, as if nothing had happened. As before, he focused on wiping the candlestick, replacing the burned candles, talking about the boring trifles, and stopping from time to time to pray to the statue.


    Bucken exercised the utmost restraint until he couldn''t bear it. He finally said, "Sir, I think you have received the news. We don''t have to send gifts to the new sheriff."


    "I''m afraid it''s not right," the Archbishop shook his head. "You know, I''m a person who cares about etiquette. Gifts don''t need to be too expensive, but at least express our feelings."


    Bucken raised his head and looked at the Archbishop in surprise.


    What does that mean? Didn''t he know that Craig munchke was dead?


    He can''t not know. The old guy''s news is very well informed. Is it


    Howitt saw bucken''s doubts and said with a smile: "I heard that there was an atrocity in the south of the city yesterday. The new sheriff was attacked and injured. The senior general long Gesen went to visit him personally. I don''t know how he is now. Should we go and have a look?"


    Damn old man, why don''t you say it directly? Is he so fond of charades?


    Barken said, "I heard about it, too. Many people saw the sheriff cut his neck."


    "That''s terrible," Howitt asked with a frightened expression. "Can a man with a broken neck survive? God bless the poor man."


    Bucken left the church angrily. Howitt was doubting the news of bucken''s death. He sat there and pointed. He didn''t make any effort from beginning to end. What qualification did he have to doubt himself?


    Back at the mansion, bucken sat in silence for a moment with wine and asked someone to find the young man of yesterday.


    "Are you ready to take office in Huarong city?"


    The young man nodded and said, "I''ve packed my bags."


    Bucken poured a glass of wine to the young man: "in fact, I think you deserve a higher position, but only if you have to be recognized by the archbishop."


    The young man was stunned, and his sweat flowed down from his forehead: "my Lord, I am only loyal to you."


    Bucken said with a smile, "don''t worry, I''m not testing your loyalty. I just want you to prepare a gift for the archbishop. Yesterday you said that there were many heretics around munchke. Now that he died, those heretics should relax their guard. I think you should have a way to get munchke''s head back."


    "Follow your wishes." the young man took two steps back, turned and left the room.


    Bucken looked at the direction of the cathedral, clenched the glass tightly, and said, "old man, I think you have something to say!"


    ……


    Late at night, the young man lay on the roof and quietly watched the movement in the yard.


    He stayed here motionless for half a night and saw everyone and every detail in the house clearly.


    There are ten people living here, eight of whom are believers of ancient gods. Although they have covered up, there is a wind tonight. There is a strong north wind. You can smell their faint breath from the wind.


    There are three first-order, three second-order, one third-order, and a drunkard. The smell of alcohol on his body is too heavy, and the breath of believers is covered up.


    No one was his opponent except the drunkard. He prayed silently on the roof. In the sound of prayer, the north wind became more violent.


    It was not until the drunkard fell asleep and the lioness and Moira returned to the room one after another that he floated into the yard with the north wind.


    He floated in like a fallen leaf and fell to the ground without a sound. He quietly pushed open the door and saw Craig munchke lying on the bed.


    He had a bandage around his neck, but his chest was still undulating. He was really alive.


    How is this possible? He cut his neck. Why is he still alive!


    But none of this matters. Just cut off his head tonight.


    Driven by the wind, the young man came to Manda and cut down with a knife. Unexpectedly, Manda''s body suddenly began to curl and twist, and soon turned into a fog.


    When he was stunned, the young man realized that he had been cheated. He turned and wanted to go, but he saw Manda standing in front of him and stabbing him in the stomach with his golden finger.


    The young man retreated quickly along the wind direction. The wound was not deep, only the skin was cut. Manda quickly chased, and the young man continued to retreat. Unexpectedly, his pace was faster than Manda.


    Seeing the young man retreating to the wall, he had no way out. Manda smiled ferociously and was ready to cut off his legs with his golden fingers. Unexpectedly, the young man flew up against the wall and flew to the ceiling in the blink of an eye.


    What''s the number? Lightness skill?


    He had no wings on his body, but he flew more elegant than the lion girl. He was close to the ceiling and saw that he was going to fly to the door. Unexpectedly, the ceiling suddenly cracked a big hole. The drunkard Millo jumped down from the hole, stepped on the young man''s head and stepped on the ground all the time.


    The young man was calm. He waved a short knife and cut at Millo''s ankle. Millo quickly raised his feet. The young man took the opportunity to get out and take off again.


    "Fengshen believer?" Millo turned and closed the door. Manda understood, ran around the room and closed all the windows.


    The young man slowly flew to the opening of the ceiling and was knocked down by the lion girl guarding the opening. The lion girl wanted to jump down and help. Manda drank: "don''t make trouble, bet on the opening!"


    What to block the hole? The lioness looked at Moira. Moira pulled guatel over and stuffed it into the hole.


    The room was airtight. The young man floating in the air slowly fell down. Manda shook her golden fingers. Millo pulled out his machete. This time he had no way to escape.


    Unexpectedly, the young man took off his robe, waved it vigorously, and created a whirlwind in the room. His body disappeared into the whirlwind, leaving only a robe slowly falling to the ground.


    Incarnate into the wind, level 5? It''s impossible! Millo was stunned.


    "Did he escape?" asked Manda


    It should not have escaped. The Dangzhao pendant is very hot!


    Millo was silent. He took out the wine pot, took a big sip, and then sprayed it out. The room was full of wine fog. In the fog, Millo saw each other''s figure and shouted, "he''s behind you!"


    Without thinking about it, Manda immediately squatted down. The young man waved a knife into the air. Manda, who was squatting on the ground, cut off his ankle and knelt painfully on the ground.


    He held out his hand, wanted to pick up his robe and create a whirlwind again. Millo stepped on his hand and asked, "are you a fifth order believer of the wind god?"


    The young man clenched his teeth silently. Manda shook her head and said, "don''t be so rude."


    He opened the young man''s stomach with his golden finger and saw the blood gushing. The young man screamed. Manda covered his mouth and whispered, "don''t be so loud. Tell me your name first."